The Anglobitch Thesis contends that the brand of feminism that arose in the Anglosphere (the English-speaking world) in the 1960s has an ulterior misandrist (anti-male) agenda quite distinct from its self-proclaimed role as ‘liberator’ of women.

Monday, 23 July 2012

In the UK, we still know very little about the
Aurora Batman massacre or its perpetrator. This gives us the opportunity to
make a few predictions about him, to be ‘reality-tested’ at some future date.

I
predict that James Eagan Holmes will be:

Single – not married or in a
relationship.

Sexually disenfranchised – that
is, not in a sexual
relationship.In truth, he will probably
be a virgin.

Deeply disillusioned – his life
never ‘lived up to its promise’.

A mercenary – one of the new
breed of Anglo-American men who are (or become) indifferent to 'mainstream' society and its misandrist values.

Alienated – he will have no (or very few) deep relationships with other people.

A nerdy, high-IQ individual of
the type typically shunned by Anglo women.

He will exhibit no sign of
organic brain-disease. He will, however, be labelled mentally ill.

He will hail from a middle-class
or affluent working-class background.

In sum, this man will embody the ‘male crisis’
discussed by so many Anglo-American MRAs. He will be a white, middle-class
individual who – prior to the massacre – conformed to societal standards in
every way. He cracked the books, respected women and strove to advance himself
– and ended up with no sex, no home, no job and no future. Poltroons like David
Futrelle visit college campuses telling young men to accept the feminist message – pedestalize women, shun masculinity and conform to approved modes of
aspiration (formal education, essentially). The problem with this sage advice
is that conformity no longer pays off for Anglo-American men. Males who subscribe to such rubrics get no sex, no
money, no public respect and (despite advanced qualifications) little
meaningful employment.

Young
men who slavishly conform to the misandrist agendas inherent in the Anglosphere eventually
find themselves trapped in what British psychiatrist R D Laing called a ‘double
bind’ – a contradictory situation where all avenues lead to failure. Instead of
being applauded for their conformity, they find themselves despised and scorned
for it. While snarling, illiterate thugs monopolize all the sexual action, the
Anglo conformist finds himself in a blind-alley of lifelong sexual frustration.
While posturing rappers and sadistic jocks rake in millions, many
highly-educated males who ‘did the right thing’ end up flipping burgers for a
pittance (as James Holmes did).

From
what little I have seen of the news footage, it is clearly the toxic blend of
knee-jerk misandry and female pedestalization we all expect from the American
media. Reports tirelessly praise the female victims – their selflessness,
intelligence and vivacity. For example, Jessica Ghawi is universally lauded as a
female saint while (somewhat predictably) the male victims hardly merit a
mention. With fearful zest, the tragedy has been twisted into an anti-male
circus. The only males with positive write-ups are the three White Knights who died 'shielding their women' from Holmes' bullets. The well-worn feminist double-standard at work, here: men are unwanted except as workhorses, ATM machines, cannon-fodder and now, bullet-proof vests. What clearer proof do we need that the Anglosphere’s ‘default setting’
is misandry – and that men who conform to it are fools?

Oddly,
the killer’s behaviour prior to the massacre (dropping out of his doctoral programme) suggests he had belatedly discerned
this truth. Further, his adoption of the Joker’s persona implies identification with the
anti-heroic, since the Joker is ‘mainstream’ society’s relentless foe. Perhaps
the atrocity was an attempt to express his new identity in the most adversarial
manner possible. In a culture where manhood is reflexively vilified at every
turn, troubled minds will clutch at any archetype containing the least shred of
masculine self-worth.

PS: I see David Futrelle has produced a 'pussified' version of Anglobitch. Such incisive barbs... such cutting irony... for a moment there I was, uh, humbled by the brilliance of his wit. Charlie Chaplin, Peter Cook and the Monty Python team will doubtless be looking to their laurels.